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Mother To Son - Poem by Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

Comments about Mother To Son by Langston Hughes

  • harvey hebert 11/20/2020 9:25:00 AM

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  • easter 11/5/2020 4:16:00 PM

    i like the poem is about mother and advice to her son Reply

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  • kevin 10/26/2020 8:13:00 AM

    this is a good poem about the mother and the son Reply

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  • Hannatu Adamu 10/10/2020 4:18:00 PM

    Great imagery! I'm partial to mother-child poems. Wrote a couple of them myself. Reply

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  • Nada Hadi 9/22/2020 4:39:00 PM

    I kinda understand what she was talking about. Reply

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  • Julia 9/22/2020 2:47:00 PM

    climb and keep pushing cuz life is hard life is just hard Reply

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  • Suryendu Chaudhury 9/21/2020 1:56:00 PM

    Mother is the real friend, philosopher and guide to the son. Reply

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  • L Milton Hankins 9/16/2020 9:29:00 PM

    Wonderful advice to anyone from the wonderful pen of Langston Hughes. Hughes' poetry is so full of strong imagery and good, reasoned advice. No wonder he is one of the great American poets! Reply

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Mother Poems
  1. 1. Mother To Son
    Langston Hughes
  2. 2. The Negro Mother
    Langston Hughes
  3. 3. The Mother
    Gwendolyn Brooks
  4. 4. In Memory Of My Mother
    Patrick Kavanagh
  5. 5. Mother Doesn'T Want A Dog
    Judith Viorst
  6. 6. A Bronzeville Mother Loiters In Mississi..
    Gwendolyn Brooks
  7. 7. To My Mother
    Edgar Allan Poe
  8. 8. The Sad Mother
    Gabriela Mistral
  9. 9. Mother O' Mine
    Rudyard Kipling
  10. 10. Some Advice From A Mother To Her Married..
    Judith Viorst
  11. 11. What A Mother Should Be
    carlisa smith
  12. 12. To My Mother
    George Barker
  13. 13. I Ask My Mother To Sing
    Li-Young Lee
  14. 14. My Mother
    Claude McKay
  15. 15. Mother And Poet
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  16. 16. Child And Mother
    Eugene Field
  17. 17. Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear
    Robert Burns
  18. 18. Prayer For A New Mother
    Dorothy Parker
  19. 19. Mom (Mother Mother Mother Mother Mother)
    Udiah (witness to Yah)
  20. 20. Mother, Among The Dustbins
    Stevie Smith
  21. 21. Fawn's Foster-Mother
    Robinson Jeffers
  22. 22. My Mother
    Francis Ledwidge
  23. 23. My Mother Was Fortune, My Father Generos..
    Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
  24. 24. Young Mother
    Robert William Service
  25. 25. Sonnet To My Mother
    George Barker
  26. 26. Mother And Babe
    Walt Whitman
  27. 27. Mother Nature
    Lovina Sylvia Chidi
  28. 28. To My Mother
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  29. 29. The Chimney-Sweeper: When My Mother Died..
    William Blake
  30. 30. A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter
    Henry Timrod
  31. 31. The Mother
    Lucy Maud Montgomery
  32. 32. Mother, I Cannot Mind My Wheel
    Walter Savage Landor
  33. 33. O Germany, Pale Mother!
    Bertolt Brecht
  34. 34. Nature The Gentlest Mother Is
    Emily Dickinson
  35. 35. Mother And Child
    Eugene Field
  36. 36. Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The ..
    Walt Whitman
  37. 37. A Young Child And His Pregnant Mother
    Delmore Schwartz
  38. 38. The Virgin Mother
    David Herbert Lawrence
  39. 39. Mother On Mothers Day
    Joanne Bailey Baxter
  40. 40. Nature, The Gentlest Mother,
    Emily Dickinson
  41. 41. Monologue Of A Mother
    David Herbert Lawrence
  42. 42. 00 - My Mother
    Vikram G. Aarella
  43. 43. To Mother
    Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
  44. 44. Our Mother Pocahontas
    Vachel Lindsay
  45. 45. Mother Earth
    Henry Van Dyke
  46. 46. His Mother
    Isabella Valancy Crawford
  47. 47. The Mother Mourns
    Thomas Hardy
  48. 48. The Mother Of A Poet
    Sara Teasdale
  49. 49. The Mother
    Robert William Service
  50. 50. The Earth-Mother
    Frank Dalby Davison

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  6. Mother And Mother Nature, Upendra Majhi
  7. Asthi-Kalasha (A Series Of Poems), Bijay Kant Dubey
  8. Respect Your Mother, Dawn Lochridge
  9. Asthi-Kalasha (A Poem), Bijay Kant Dubey
  10. Mother Told Me, Emmanuel Arunee Mwanza

Mother Poems

  1. In Memory Of My Mother

    I do not think of you lying in the wet clay Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see You walking down a lane among the poplars On your way to the station, or happily Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday - You meet me and you say: 'Don't forget to see about the cattle - ' Among your earthiest words the angels stray. And I think of you walking along a headland Of green oats in June, So full of repose, so rich with life - And I see us meeting at the end of a town On a fair day by accident, after The bargains are all made and we can walk Together through the shops and stalls and markets Free in the oriental streets of thought. O you are not lying in the wet clay, For it is a harvest evening now and we Are piling up the ricks against the moonlight And you smile up at us - eternally.

  2. The Negro Mother

    Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long dark way That I had to climb, that I had to know In order that the race might live and grow. Look at my face - dark as the night - Yet shining like the sun with love's true light. I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea Carrying in my body the seed of the free. I am the woman who worked in the field Bringing the cotton and the corn to yield. I am the one who labored as a slave, Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave - Children sold away from me, I'm husband sold, too. No safety, no love, no respect was I due. Three hundred years in the deepest South: But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth. God put a dream like steel in my soul. Now, through my children, I'm reaching the goal. Now, through my children, young and free, I realized the blessing deed to me. I couldn't read then. I couldn't write. I had nothing, back there in the night. Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears, But I kept trudging on through the lonely years. Sometimes, the road was hot with the sun, But I had to keep on till my work was done: I had to keep on! No stopping for me - I was the seed of the coming Free. I nourished the dream that nothing could smother Deep in my breast - the Negro mother. I had only hope then, but now through you, Dark ones of today, my dreams must come true: All you dark children in the world out there, Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair. Remember my years, heavy with sorrow - And make of those years a torch for tomorrow. Make of my pass a road to the light Out of the darkness, the ignorance, the night. Lift high my banner out of the dust. Stand like free men supporting my trust. Believe in the right, let none push you back. Remember the whip and the slaver's track. Remember how the strong in struggle and strife Still bar you the way, and deny you life - But march ever forward, breaking down bars. Look ever upward at the sun and the stars. Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers Impel you forever up the great stairs - For I will be with you till no white brother Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother.

  3. Mother Doesn'T Want A Dog

    Mother doesn't want a dog. Mother says they smell, And never sit when you say sit, Or even when you yell. And when you come home late at night And there is ice and snow, You have to go back out because The dumb dog has to go. Mother doesn't want a dog. Mother says they shed, And always let the strangers in And bark at friends instead, And do disgraceful things on rugs, And track mud on the floor, And flop upon your bed at night And snore their doggy snore. Mother doesn't want a dog. She's making a mistake. Because, more than a dog, I think She will not want this snake.

  4. The Mother

    Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come. You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh, Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye. I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children. I have contracted. I have eased My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck. I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized Your luck And your lives from your unfinished reach, If I stole your births and your names, Your straight baby tears and your games, Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches, and your deaths, If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths, Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate. Though why should I whine, Whine that the crime was other than mine?-- Since anyhow you are dead. Or rather, or instead, You were never made. But that too, I am afraid, Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said? You were born, you had body, you died. It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried. Believe me, I loved you all. Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you All.